Tame (Fillie Fanfic) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 12- Pitter, Patter

Chapter 12- Pitter, Patter

*FINN'S POV*

The wind chimes sang outside, as the rain tap danced on the roof. Pitter, Patter. What an obnoxious day.

The doorbell politely rang and I slowly dragged myself to the entrance hall, I saw Millie drenched at the doorway in the pouring rain with a movie case in her hand shielding her face from the rain, I couldn't help but notice the cute lip bite she unintentionally did.

"First date?" The corner of her mouth raised. I nodded happily and kissed her forehead, giving her the biggest hug.

"Okay but babe, you are drenched. Let me get you some clothes." I ruffled my curly hair and rushed to my room. Rummaging through my abnormally large pile of black clothing.

Millie discussed with me that she wanted to have our first date with an element of surprise. When the idea of surprise immersed into my head, well, I thought of chocolate covered strawberries, ferris wheels, and limos. Little did I know, she would be surprising me at my door holding one redbox movie in her hand, and shivering to death in the rain. But the idea was completely okay, I didn't really enjoy my house, it isn't exactly home sweet home. But her showing up here. It was comfortable, and comfortable is good. Comfortable is home, and Millie is my home.

I threw large t-shirts of all different colors across the room, trying to determine which would be similar to the size of her small body. Ugh, none of this will do...

Millie peeked through the crack of my bedroom door, and knocked. "May I come in?" Her quiet tone, and british accent made blood rush in my cheeks, causing me to nervously laugh.

"I have no idea what I should give you. I would offer you my mom's clothes, but she locks her door." I bit my lip, trying to find something in the pile. Millie came in and sat on the floor with me.

"Maybe I can just borrow a sweatshirt. I already have gym shorts from school in my bag, I never bothered wearing them or using them because of dress code. But y-yeah, a sweatshirt will do." She smiled, I don't know why but as a guy, I have always wanted to let a girl wear my sweatshirt. It was odd, but it felt like a totem to our relationship.

"S-sure." I stuttered as I took off the sweatshirt I was wearing and handed it to her, "Keep it." I nervously said as the edge of my mouth quirked up a bit. I followed out of the room, waiting for her to change into warmer clothes.

She tiptoed out of my room, and I turned to see her beautiful but gangly figure cocooned in the over-sized men's sweatshirt, which the length went up to her thighs making the booty shorts she was wearing unnoticeable.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't imagine me to look like this on our first date." She pouted. I couldn't address any words on how she looked, her bare face glowed under the poorly lit room, and her body was being protected by my sweatshirt, she looked even more stunning than usual.

"You look pretty. Really pretty." I couldn't help but look into her face, her figure was too beautiful for me to admire. I wanted her to embrace that beauty by herself. All I needed to see was her smile, and her response was a big and toothy grin. Which made me the happiest guy in the world.

"Thank you, love." She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Giving me a peck as she struggled on her toes, "Okay, now let's get some blankets out and watch some Indiana Jones!" She jumped on my back and giggled. We roamed around the small living space, rolling around blankets and throwing pillows. Attempting to make a fort, but we ended up just clumsily falling ontop of it.

"Of course we fell." I chuckled as I saw her climbing off of me, I pulled on her hand and she buried her face into the crook of my neck. This electrifying feeling encased my whole body, as I felt her play with my hands.

"We didn't fall, we attacked the floor." She giggled causing my neck to tickle.

"Backwards?" I laughed.

"Guess we have a lot of skills." She left a small peck on my jawline.

As I was trying to deepen my thoughts and feelings, as I held Millie to my chest. I heard it again. Pitter, patter. "God damn it. When will the rain stop." I huffed.

She climbed off of me and furrowed her eyebrows, "Please don't tell me that you hate this weather."
"You like the rain? It's gross and wet. Plus my parents come home early on a day like this. Luckily, they're out of town pretending to care about my brother's college." I contended.

"Um, do you want me to question your situation with your parents or would rather me rant about how you are delusional about hating the rain!" She said as she pulled on my hand and helped me sit up.

"I would talk about anything BUT my parents. So yeah, convince me why rain is so amazing." I let out a soft sigh, at the mention of my parents, but quickly smiled again when I saw Millie excitedly begin to fantasize about the beauty of rain.

"Rain is all kinds of amazing, you get to jump in puddles and after a bit, the water droplets start to feel warm against your skin. Which feels amazing cause the air is so cold. Plus, the bonus is that the next day there is a big rainbow across our whole town. I love rain." She was busy admiring the wet outdoors to notice me admiring her love for all the little things of life. She makes me feel all kinds of amazing. She was my rainbow in this small dull town. Her smile sparkled and lit up the room, as she continued dancing around and obsessing over the weather.

"You're coming with me." She intertwined her fingers with mine, pulling me out of the door, and waking me up from my daydream. She jumped into the puddle in front of the rigid cement. I leaned onto the doorway, slapping my palm onto my forehead.

"I just gave you dry clothes, I don't have anymore sweatshirts you know." I let out a small chuckle.
"Oh come on." She playfully pouted, giving me puppy dog eyes. Her hair was starting to flatten under the water, it splattered onto her cheeks and legs.

"No. Now can you please come back inside. I miss you." I stated, but if I were being honest, the rain looked beautiful as it hit her skin. It did make everything look dull, but when you're with someone like Millie, all that dullness disappears, and suddenly everything does look beautiful to you. In fact, I wanted to dance with her all night in the rain. But being the man I am, I was still reluctant to approach her in the soggy weather.

"Is Finn Wolfhard...afraid of the rain?" She spontaneously flicked water onto me, and I stepped further back into the house.

"W-what? No. I'm sorry if I want to avoid a cold." I scoffed.

"If I get a cold, I won't be able to kiss you. If we both get a cold, well then you faced your fear and you get to kiss me." She said.

"Fine." I slowly stepped out with my converse and I hesitated to head over to Millie, who seemed like she was having the time of her life. The rain heavily hit my face and I flinched. But then I remembered Millie's words, it did start to feel chilly but that made the water feel warm against your skin. I looked at the lines under Millie's eyes, the water droplets fell onto her face gracefully. Like everything around her was in slow motion, I wiped my thumb on her cheek slowly and I admired her cognac colored eyes.

"Dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist." She pleaded.

"You gotta stop doing that." Her hazel eyes were staring deep into mine, making me fall deeper and deeper in love with her.

"What?" she quietly said. I felt her soft fingertips reach up against my cheek.

"You gotta stop saying things that make me wanna kiss you." I bit my lip, her gaze tugged at my heartstrings making me melt inevitably.

"Well I am not gonna stop. And nothing should stop you either." Her lips grazed against my ear, my hands crept up her cheek and I paused her sentence with a lingering kiss.

"You're insane, you know that?" I smiled against her lips.

"I know! Isn't it great?" She jumped on me and wrapped her short legs around me, continuing the kiss. The rain continued pouring down violently, but it only made the moment even more magical.